John Yamrus

The work of John Yamrus is widely published in magazines around the world. His poems have been taught at both the high school and the college level and selections of his work have been translated into several languages, including Spanish, Swedish, Italian, French, Japanese and Romanian. His work has been described by the great Milner Place as “...a blade made from smooth honest steel, with the sharpest of edges.”

Memory Lane

After nearly 50 years as a highly acclaimed and admired poet, John Yamrus takes a rare foray into prose with MEMORY LANE, his newest book...a look back at his childhood, growing up in a Pennsylvania coal mining community in the late 1950's. Yamrus focuses his legendary wit, insight, talent and humor on the people, places and things that went into making him the writer he is today. No ordinary memoir, MEMORY LANE unforgettably adds brilliant touches of color to the fading sepia tones of a time gone by.

Memory Lane is available on Amazon now!

As Real As Rain

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As Real As Rain

AS REAL AS RAIN brings together the talents of author John Yamrus and illustrator Janne Karlsson. The book, a perfect bound magazine, consists of 46 fully illustrated poems. Here, Janne Karlsson gives the work of John Yamrus the rock star treatment.

AS REAL AS RAIN is based on a poetry reading John Yamrus delivered live in Edmonton, Alberta. The poems in the book follow John's live performance to the letter. And, as a special treat for everyone who orders, you will receive a link where you can listen to John's GROUND ZERO performance, as it unfolded that magical August evening.​Here, Yamrus and Karlsson at the top of their game. It just doesn't get any better than this.

“AS REAL AS RAIN will speak to you, loudly, of a man who has lived a full, rich, and varied life, who attained his wisdom the hard way, of a man who loved and was well loved in return, a man who LIVED, and gave not a single damn about what any chambray shirted academic poet thought... about anything.”—Anita Russell

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I Admit Nothing

“John Yamrus is a master of short form poetry. After reading this new collection of poems, I wasn’t surprised that every single poem in this book was as good, if not better, than anything I’ve read by him in the past.”—Charles Joseph, Indigent Press

“In a world full of those who call themselves poets and pussyfoot around with clever linguistic tricks, John Yamrus stands out like a bloodied hunk of bone—sparing of the word and using just what is needed to get to the core, his poems cut deep to the heart of what matters challenging the reader and poetry itself to face the truth. Epic Rites Press knows a damn good thing when it sees it and so do I. You’d be a fool not to read every word of Yamrus that you can.”—Adrian Manning, Concrete Meat Press

“John Yamrus is a reader’s writer whose poems are built from one honest line after another. I ADMIT NOTHING, again and again, captures the profundity within the everyday trials and triumphs that make up a life. A wholly accessible book; fierce, friendly, urgent, optimistic and long lasting.”—Matthew J. Hall, Screaming With Brevity

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Art and Design by Janne Karlsson

Burn

John Yamrus / Janne Karlsson32 pages7$ plus shipping

Svensk Apache Press, 2015

“Burn is beautifully smooth to hold and provides a brief, original take on life by two of the world's best practitioners of their art.”—George Anderson, Bold Monkey

Order your copy of Burn by contacting Svensk Apache Press directly at svenskapache@gmail.com. Remember to include your shipping address. Orders shipped from Sweden.

Poetry by John Yamrus - Art by Owen Glass / www.treekillerink.com

Epic Rites: any press is only as "small" as its thinking.

Memory Lane, 2017

As Real As Rain, 2017

I Admit Nothing, 2016

Burn, 2015

Endure, 2015

Alchemy, 2014

Bark, 2013

They Never Told Me This Would Happen, 2012

Can't Stop Now!, 2011

Doing Cartwheels on Doomsday Afternoon, 2010

Poetry by John Yamrus - Art by Janne Karlsson / www.svenskapache.se

Blind Genius and Wild Luck: The Poetry of John Yamrus

By Todd Moore

A few years ago a guy who worked off and on at prospecting came to one of my readings and at the end asked me, how come you write poetry when you know there’s no money in it? I gave him my best fuck you smile and said, how come you dig for gold in a mountain when you know that no gold is there. The guy said point taken and retreated toward the wine and cheese table where the wine was cheap ripple and the cheese had gone bad. The trick is you’re not in it for the gold in the mountain. You’re in it for the gold in the poem and there is plenty of gold in a John Yamrus poem.

According to one of Yamrus’ bios, he’s been working the line since 1970 and that is just about the same time that I got my start in the poetry game. When I look at a Yamrus poem, I know that I am reading a poem that appears to be almost too simple. And, I am sure that there are twenty something wannabes who glance at his work and say I can do that. Only the thing is most poets can’t do that, young or old. And, the cost for doing that is beyond estimate. Only death can tell you the true cost of a poem.

Yamrus would be the first to admit he has learned from the best. In an earlier essay, I pointed out that Charles Bukowski was almost certainly an influence. And, Gerald Locklin’s poetry has also worked its magic on the Yamrus line. Locklin’s poetry is riddled with a strange lacerating restraint, a feeling of laconic self effacement. In a sense, it operates almost like a lament except for the jazz poems where the idea of jazz momentarily liberates Locklin, takes him to another place, frees him for the existential moment of the intoxicating riff. The important thing to keep in mind is that Yamrus knows he can never be Charles Bukowski. Nobody can. Bukowski came up from underneath the floorboards of America at a time when most poets wouldn’t even admit that those floorboards were there or that there were denizens who lived down under. Bukowski fought his way out and changed the way that we see things. The impact of Bukowski’s poetry is particularly evident in this Yamrus poem.

Bukowski’s property

this poemisn’t mine thesethoughts aren’tmine these sentences aren’tmine thesecadencesaren’tmine theselines aren’tmine.nothingi door thinkor writeis mine.it’s all filtered downthrough youMr. Bukowski…and i wishyou’dcome hereandtake it back. I need to make a sidebar observation right here. I wish I’d written this poem. Not that I have been directly influenced by Mr. Bukowski because I know I haven’t. I’d like to think that I was his major competition but it’s the kind of thought I’d get after my third highball and my cheeks would get a little warm and my expectations for everything went right through the roof. In my prime drinking days, I knew I could out-write any poet alive and I also knew at the same time that the odds were I was terminally fucked. Other poems I’d wished I’d written are Waiting For The Barbarians by Cavafy, Things I Didn’t Know I Loved by Nazim Hikmet, The Day Lady Died by Frank O’Hara, The Bells Of Cherokee Ponies by d. a. levy, The Gunfighter by Kell Robertson, The Play and Theory Of The Duende by Federico Garcia Lorca which isn’t a poem except that it really is a poem, Mayakovsky’s A Cloud In Pants, and Tony Moffeit’s Luminous Animal.

There are also many others, too numerous to mention. The miracle is that we make do with what we have and by making do, by being honest about Bukowski’s influence on his work, John Yamrus suddenly and with a certain amount of blind genius and wild luck wrote Bukowski’s property which somehow transcends the whole idea of being enslaved to Bukowski’s language. In fact, what Yamrus does in this one simple poem which could almost be spoken in a kind of shaking whisper is that he somehow invented a stripped bare language which is all his own. At the end of Bukowski’s property, Yamrus writes, “it’s all filtered down/ through you/ Mr. Bukowski…/ and i wish/ you’d/ come here/ and/ take it back.” By denying his own language, by asking Bukowski to appear and take it all back, Yamrus gambles with an all or nothing gesture to make the poem and the language his own. Which is why I love this poem so much. It dances right at the edge where all great poetry dances.

That’s why this poem belongs in the ranks of poems by Hikmet, O’Hara, Lorca, Mayakovsky, d. a. levy, Tony Moffeit, and Kell Robertson. Great poetry takes great risks, sometimes at the top of the voice as in the case of Mayakovsky, sometimes quietly as in the case of a Cavafy or a John Yamrus. The poetry of John Yamrus demands more attention. There is real blood in this man’s work.

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